A simple caption would be that Zach had a great soccer season. Got on with a talented little team of guys that tied for 1st in their division. He was a force to be reckoned with, a scoring machine (the entire team was!). But each Saturday morning I would sit up on that windy soccer hill, freezing in my little pop up chair and look around at the hundred or so other parents lining the fields. And in a shivering state I'd ask myself, why in the world are we all here (so early too!?) But oh, I look at these photographs! Concentration in that tongue, a gripped fist. Determination so evident in each muscle of his body. From what I have gathered in my personal "mother that shuttles kids to activities all week long" experience, there is so much more than physical development going on.